JennifersLessons
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“Jen, you’ve turned my life upside down—in a good way. You’ve shown me how to live and how to laugh again. You’ve taught me to love. To love you. I want that forever, if you’re willing. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She fought laughter and tears as she lunged forward to embrace him. “Yes. Yes!”
He nudged her off far enough so he could open his hand to show her the jeweler’s box there. She took it from him and opened it, then gasped at the diamond that glittered there.
She slid it onto her finger. “It’s gorgeous. Blake—” She ran out of words and pushed forward to embrace him again. “But… I don’t think I should get off quite that lightly. I really need some punishment. I just don’t want the version where we don’t make love afterward. That’s too cold.”
“My belt has been waiting for an opportunity to meet your bottom,” he warned.
“So let’s make the introduction.” She looked up at him, marveling that the man could do this to her. Make her want him. Need him. Crave him in every way. And bring out the best in her. She hoped.
He drew her into his arms and kissed her until her breath caught and her knees turned rubbery. Just before she completely melted into a puddle on the floor, he stopped and drew back. “Into the bedroom.” He made it an order that would brook no defiance. “Strip and bend over the end of the bed. Because it’s punishment you don’t get to say when it stops. You can use the safe word ‘spare’ if you really need to, but otherwise I expect you to accept what I think you deserve.”
Jen drew in a sharp breath, nodded and headed for the bedroom. She could do this, she told herself. She wanted it. Really. Sort of. It scared her. The pain hurt, before it turned into that transcendent thrill. She wanted it, with Blake, from Blake, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Both the pain and the thrill. It would help purge her guilt for breaking the promise.
It still terrified her.
Her legs wobbled as she removed her clothes, and shivers raced through her when she put her hands on the end of the bed and bent over the low footboard.
Blake had followed her and stood just inside the doorway watching. Once she was in position, he moved forward, then stopped a few feet behind her. By turning her head, she could watch him. God, he looked good. So tall, strong, handsome and stern. So Masterful.
That sternness had been the first thing she’d noticed about him, and it was what had attracted her to him originally.
He unbuckled his belt. The hiss it made sliding through the loops as he pulled it off made her shake. She was crazy to let him do this. Crazy to want this. But seeing him standing there, with the belt trailing from where his fist had closed over the buckle, made her stomach twist into a tight knot of longing and desire, mixed with lacings of fear.
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered. “And push your bottom up and toward me. That’s good. Now don’t move until I say you can.”
Like I’m begging you for it, she thought as she wiggled into the position he demanded. But she had to obey. She closed her eyes when he drew the belt back, preparing to smack her bottom with it.
He made her wait, and that was part of the punishment too, as well as a reminder that he was in control. It would start when he was ready and finish when he thought she’d had enough. She wanted this, she reminded herself. Needed it.
The wait was interminable and not long enough. When she heard the belt swing, she braced herself, but the first strike cut only air. More teasing from him. More torturous waiting for her.
The next time, though, he meant business. She heard the whiz of the belt swinging again, but this time it ended in a crack as the leather whacked against her bottom. It wasn’t a very hard smack, but it still delivered an initial, jarring pain that deepened to an itchy burn after a few seconds. Jen sucked in a sharp breath, more in dread of what was to come than from the effects of this spank.
The second was a little harder than the first, but she endured it—and the next two—without a sound, though the jolts grew heavier and the burn began to prickle deeper into her. On the sixth stroke she yelped when the belt dug into her bottom right at the spot where it met her thighs, a particularly tender area. The bite of leather there felt like a swarm of bees stinging all at once.
Her breath heaved in pants as she fought the urge to jump up and run away. She badly wanted to reach back to rub her burning flesh. But he’d told her not to move, so she held herself still. Did he know how hard that was to do? Of course. Why else would he make it an order?
The belt cracked across her bottom again, with a thud that drew a squeal from her. It burned like crazy, like a fire raging, like someone raking the skin with hot irons. But that blaze began to crawl deeper into her, pouring the flames into her pussy where they made her tighten with arousal.
The leather struck again. Ribbons of fire blazed across her bottom. She gasped and wriggled, though she stayed in position. How long would it go on? She wasn’t sure she could bear it long enough. Still, she felt lighter as the guilt melted away, the leather scouring it off her.
It was hard, though. Hard to bear the pain each time the belt licked her bottom, hard to stay in place, hard to let him do this. But she wanted it. Was she nuts?
The fire crept from her bottom through all the nerves of her body to end in her core, where it became a wild, crazy thrill. She wasn’t nuts. She was a woman. A strong one, one who wanted to be a better person. And she wanted the glorious, buzzing tension each lash stoked in her pussy. She wanted the man who did this for her. Wanted him with the same fierce, out-of-control desire that tightened her cunt into unbearable tension.
The belt struck again and again. Her bottom felt ferociously hot and swollen, throbbing with the ache and burn. Thought drowned in the tide of pain and pleasure, wanting and needing that swamped her being. Poised on a knife’s edge of agony and delight, she floated in a delicious place where nothing mattered but the sensations Blake induced in her. Nothing else mattered. She was clean, essential, Jennifer in purest form, uplifted and remade.
So lost in that floaty space was she, Jen didn’t notice when the lashing stopped. She realized it had when she felt him behind her, his hands on her waist lifting her from her crouch over the end of the bed, straightening her and drawing her back against him. He’d taken his own clothes off too, since his hard cock was probing the slit in her bottom.
“Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear.
She turned in the circle of his arms to face him. “I’m fine. Better, in fact.”
The smile that spread over his face more than compensated for any pain she might have suffered. She hugged him close, forgetting that it might not be the right thing to do. A surge of love for the man overwhelmed her. He didn’t object, but after a moment he backed up a step and said, “You’re doing well. One more test. Down on your knees and show just how much you love me.”
Jen knelt in front of him, which put her at eye level with his beautifully full, hard cock. She wrapped one arm around his thigh to steady herself, then leaned forward and took the tip of his shaft into her mouth.
He jumped and groaned, but his face showed pure bliss when she looked up to be sure she hadn’t hurt him. She pressed down over the length, getting as much of it in as she could without gagging, then began to suck gently. He tasted a bit salty, all man. Muscles quivered up and down his body as she squeezed the hard flesh with her mouth. His moans turned into something suspiciously close to sobs as she added flicks of her tongue to the sucking.
“God,” he moaned. He shook so hard she could barely hang on, but she didn’t have to try for long. A few seconds more and he drew back, breaking away from her, then took her hand and dragged her over to the bed.
Without letting go, he spilled her backward onto the mattress, taking care to lower her gently. He parted her legs and knelt between them, but instead of leaning forward to plunge right in, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along her slit. She squealed as it roused the fire still blazi
ng from the spanking, stoking it into a white-hot raging conflagration. Every nerve ending in her body went on high alert, vibrating with tension.
He found her clit and sucked on it for a few seconds. Jen tightened and tensed until her back ached from the strain, before she erupted into the heaving spasms of a violent orgasm. It jerked her around on the bed and had her bouncing up and down.
Blake didn’t wait for her to settle down. Instead he found her opening and managed to ram his cock in while she continued to jerk. It shouldn’t have been possible. No way it could get any better. But it did. When he filled her and began pistoning in and out, the heat got hotter, the tension tighter, the pleasure higher and brighter. Then it burst again in a flare of pleasure that took her breath away and robbed her muscles of every bit of strength. While she roamed in the clouds of ecstasy, she heard Blake growl and felt him stiffen, before he let out a long, satisfied groan as he came.
They collapsed together on the bed and lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time, too replete, too peaceful and contented to do more than breathe in each other’s presence.
After a while she looked up and saw the ring shining on her finger where it rested on his shoulder. She transferred her gaze to his face and saw the same brilliant gleam in his eyes. “I love you,” she said.
“Despite this?” He rubbed a hand over her backside.
“Not despite. Because of it. At least partly. Because it’s a part of who you are. And part of who I am too. One of the ways we fit together so perfectly. But not the only one.”
He grinned and drew her in closer. “No. Not the only one. There’s this, for instance.” He pressed her breasts against his chest. “More than that, you’re the sunshine in my darkness. I never want to dim that light.”
“You won’t. You’ll clean it, shine it, care for it and make it burn brighter,” she assured him.
“All the days of my life,” he promised.
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